: You can hear the room On these long, winter nights If you'd just, if you'd just If you'd just be quiet Beneath the word There's the whisper of pipes
: Well, i left home when i was 16 I had no reason, had no rhyme I did not know where i was going It did not matter at that time And there were people
: Your ghost, a white candle in this night Smile broken, though eyes bright as carnival rides You wander these streets, punch-drunk on the stars As
: Anything can happen in life Especially nothing, mainly nothing Once you know that, you're fine Once you know that, you can retire Set your clock
: I've a theory of ghosts and i'm a monster to girls I stick in their heart like a rusty spur But i've a theory of ghosts: They're alive and we're all
: Geography, be kind to me, for the miles apart are killing me Tonight I would die to be by her side so speed the road, rush the lights Speed the road
: You turn on your side like you have to face North Or else you can't sleep : the unwritten law But how can you sleep with my heart so loud? Like a scream
: Outside, the fairground in snow Revolves like a waltz, funeral slow And summer has gone, collapsed like a chair Like the heart of a bird, a bell on
: Started mailroom Moved up through Clerical, now Obituaries I am the teacher's son I am the teacher's son I am the teacher's son I'm the teacher's son
: I must leave london It is bad for my soul It's making a hole That will erode me I cannot subscribe I cannot tow the line And robert elms, You're
: When I'm done, this night will fear me Ghosts of ghosts of ghosts will hear me Black just got blacker Attacked became attacker When I'm done, this
: I can't get on, i can't get on Because i live in the past And it's too strong I can't get on, i can't get on Because i live in the past And it's
: The tollbooth martyrs, 21 - 56 Leave their lives at the gate and beneath the standard issue crucifix Push their summers to the side of the plate Live
: Came to London to find myself but in ten million people Where do you start? Drunk at a party You asked me if I was someone else and I say "Yeah, if
: You're life's like a comic book All shadows and childhood fantasy The people you love, disguised In a velvet glove biography But i recognize what's
: Out of season, out of heart, I cross you off beneath the stars Autumn leaves a nasty scar and with the leaves, the heart departs You're off the map
: Music won't save you from anything but silence Not from heartbreak, not from violence
: The end of a dark, tired year I slept bad, in bad dreams, on bad beer I tried to get on but you nagged in my ear And London is fucked - a busted bike
